Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
He came in his hand, soaking the sheets beneath him, his body on fire and trembling. The rush of blood and adrenaline made his head pound, reminding him of how much he’d had to drink last night and why.
Rory wiped his damp palm on the sheets and grimaced. He’d made a mess of his cousin’s fancy guest bed. His only consolation was the sheer size of the ménage mansion. There were so many beds they wouldn’t notice that this one had been deflowered before he had the sheets changed.
He could probably move in and they wouldn’t know about it for a month.
The idea was strangely appealing.
“Why do I feel like I’m interrupting?”
Rory tensed at the sound of Rig’s voice. He hadn’t heard the door open. He took a moment to brace himself before looking over his shoulder. The sheet covered him and he was still on his stomach, but Rig’s carnal expression made it clear he knew what he’d walked in on. That he regretted missing the show as much as Rory would have if their situations were reversed.
It took a dirty bastard to know one.
It didn’t matter how upset he’d been with him last night, the sight of Rig’s bulging muscles and devilish grin was always appreciated. His skin—olive toasted brown by the sun—was stretched tight across a face that was a sculptor’s dream. His nose had been broken during his first fight, but it didn’t diminish the rest of his features. Sharp cheekbones, strong jaw, and plump, silky lips that were usually smiling. His eyelashes were so thick and dark they looked painted on and his eyes were so dark brown they were nearly black.
Even his thick hair was dark and sinful.
Rig loved the reactions they got when they went out together. Slender Rory with his too-pretty face, bright blue eyes and light blond hair made them seem like perfect opposites. Sometimes he’d even dress in black, just for the effect.
But no matter how he dressed—even today’s sweatpants and plain white t-shirt ensemble—everything about him still demanded attention and reeked of sex.
Sex the dirty bastard had no problem doling out to anyone he found remotely attractive. Men, women… David.
Damn it.
“What are you doing here?” Rory finally rasped, scowling as his words echoed in his pounding skull.
“I knocked.” Rig’s smile wavered. “I told you I’d call at noon. When you didn’t answer, I came over and Jen fed me. She sent me up after to make sure you were still alive.”
Was it after noon already? “I’ll live. You won’t if you ever use that app to get me a driver again.”
“That’s what David told me you’d say.”
Rory pressed his fingers to his temple. “Did he? Maybe he’s psychic now, too.” Because sudden onset bisexuality wasn’t enough for the overachiever.
“You can ask him when he gets here.”
He must have heard wrong. “Excuse me?”
Rig looked away furtively. “He’s having lunch with Essie, but he said he’d be here later.”
Panic tightened in his gut. “He might be, but I won’t. As much as we all wish it was, Rig, this isn’t my place. You can’t just show up here. Either of you.”
“It was my idea,” Jen said cheerfully from behind the protection of Rig’s shoulders. “And we won’t be disturbed at all, since we’re leaving in a few minutes anyway. Which reminds me, I need you to doggy-sit for us and Declan thinks our babies would be more comfortable in their own home.” She sent Rory an overly innocent blink over Rig’s flexing biceps. “He really spoils them rotten.”
“That’s not the only thing he spoils rotten,” Rory muttered, swiping a shaky hand over his face. It was still slightly damp. Shit. This was her idea? “What time are you coming back?”
Trick joined the crowd in his doorway, pushing his way into the room and leaning against the wall with a judgmental smirk. “Is this a private party?”
Was he trying to make him blush? “It was. But I’m cool if you want to invite the whole family in to witness my morning after. Full disclosure? I’m naked and I just shot a load all over your expensively high thread count so… FYI.”
Jen blushed while Trick glared at him and grumbled, “Five days.”
Wait. What? He dragged his sheet with him as he sat up. “You’ll be gone for five days? When did this happen?”
Jen perched on the edge of Rory’s bed, clearly deciding to ignore the admission of his emissions. “Bellamy has a place in St. Barts and we…well, we’ve been planning on going for a while now but we kept putting it off.” She shared a tender smile with Trick and the tough guy seemed to melt on the spot. “Seamus says he owes us one, and we need to collect before any new family emergencies or pain-in-the-ass Irish cousins pop up. We were going to leave Duck and Goose with them, but now I think you staying here is the perfect solution for everyone. You’re on vacation too and, I don’t know if you’re aware of this or not, but your apartment is tiny and sad.”